That blind eye
Stare into the abyss
A shadow holds you and your throat is dry
Take a drink and sit down
Headache
Banging like the FBI
On the doorstep near-by
Hazel and chocolate berries
Was always a favourite invention of mine
Weave between the nooks and crannies
Scrub and brush until your hands start to peel
Away
Edging away
Wearing down through the years
Your body and mind marks it
It is in print now and I can read you like a book
Can't wash it off
Never wash it off
It is there now
It is done now
The world turns that blind eye
For what you have done
Is shared
Between
You
and
I
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